Best Gravitated Poems
Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to flight
And added several inches to my height
When you inquired of my name I saw stars
Stellar arrays beyond Venus or Mars
Puncturing through the thick shroud of the mask
I use to hide my stories and memoirs
My lady! All you had to do was ask!
written 18 Aug 2020
Categories:
gravitated, light, love,
Form:
Dizain
He seemed a lonely man
Not alone
Yet lonely
Not seeking companionship
Yet never really alone.
At times
It seemed
People gravitated
Toward his orbit
Circled
Pondering
His presence
Questioning
Its necessity.
He drifted
Through a universe
Unknown
To those who thought
Themselves
The center
Of theirs.
He took the hand
Of sunrise
Walked with it
Through the day
And of an evening
He touched
The hem of sunset.
Categories:
gravitated, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
We gathered for our thirtieth class reunion at Lydia's Smorgasbord.
I'd avoided such past events since in school I was largely ignored!
But my spouse proclaimed we would attend, thus ending that debate!
The dreaded encounter is expressed in verse below that I will now relate!
A social hour preceded the buffet where the booze freely flowed!
I looked about the room to see if I could spot anyone that I knowed.
I hardly recognized the campus queen - she had acquired a heap of weight!
That once haughty snob now tipped the scales, I judged, at one ninety-eight!
I saw the big-man-on-campus who was named most apt to score success.
He had a dearth of hair, an ample gut and an astonishing lack of finesse!
Some gal with purple hair staggered up to me and planted a slobbering kiss!
Must've been one of my old flames as I mused, "Now, who in hell is this!"
Guys gravitated my way boasting about this and that bending my ear.
They bored me with nasty jokes and trivia that I really didn't want to hear!
Of course I told all how great they looked, staring them dead in the eye,
And asking the Lord's forgiveness and crossed my fingers for telling such a lie!
The jocks were trying to impress one and all with their waning capabilities.
Most were hobbling about with canes discreetly masking their disabilities!
'Twas an interesting eve and the grub was great, of that there is no doubt,
But for our fortieth, fiftieth and sixtieth reunions, please include me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gravitated, funny, school, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
It began with a tiny black hole in my mind,
bit by bit it gravitated me into the void;
making me a slave to silence.
I had never seen anything more powerful,
perhaps it was a god;
a deity of darkness or hell.
I was immured in shackles,
made a prisoner of the dark;
yet in isolation I kept myself alive.
I begged the many divinities of the world,
yet none spoke of benediction.
No one stood alongside
and no one held my hand.
I knew I couldn’t make it,
but I didn’t let it show.
My mind screamed in thoughts
and my heart grew cold.
I couldn’t feel the outside world,
I was still in it
but it wasn’t in me anymore.
Thus, I clutched my heart in my hand
and locked my fist.
I switched off,
bereft of any feelings;
I became numb.
‘The Great Darkness’ became an acquaintance in solace
and let slip it’s deepest and darkest secret,
‘’that the best way out is through’’.
Hence, I placed back the frozen heart,
hopeful it would melt;
but flames breached from a rift;
igniting a wild fire;
captivating me and everything around.
It was a renascence
from my rite of passage,
that rekindled the id;
to moult
and contort
by the ordeal.
A door closed behind me
and a door swung open in front.
I saw everything I never wanted
and everything I always did.
I came out to the dark alleys of the world
with my chattel,
a forever-burning candle;
to light up yours;
for it was the end of the beginning.
Categories:
gravitated, birth, deep, depression, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I have a grey shirt, grey short pants and grey socks.
The grey school with its grey toilet blocks and grey nuns
made my mother buy them,
which was understandable, because folks like us
were supposed to only buy grey clothes, and live in grey towns
for fear of going color-blind.
If ever we had understood
that the grey faces that ruled us
were all working for the Ministry of Greyness,
we would have run.
The Queen, the B.B.C. and all our betters
felt that too much color in our lives
might lead us to seek impossible rainbows,
and so, we were taught to know our place
on the color chart of life.
At ten, mum bought me a pair of long blue jeans.
I felt like I could ride a horse, or rock and roll
as good as Elvis (he was an American who lived far away
in a world of razzle-dazzle grace).
The girl next door, without prior warning,
took off her long grey dress and put on
a red short skirt dotted with colorful butterflies.
Neither of us being grey that day,
we gravitated together dangerously.
Dad warned us not to be too flashy,
but we went to the park anyway.
As we walked in a hand-held gentleness.
We saw the flowers turn their blooms to us.
We knew then that we were in an English poem
a poem that had never been grey,
but was forced into shapeless muted tones
by those who kept all the words to that English poem
for themselves.
Categories:
gravitated, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
I had a girlfriend named Shirley
Who was funny in every way
Her sense of humor delightful
Each and every otherwise solemn day
We gravitated toward each other
In a marching band did play
She had a crush on my brother
So I had to kindly say
He’s a weirdo, truly creepy.
You can do better, he’s not the best.
To which Shirley said with feeling
I think surely you must jest.
They ended up together
Shirley and the brother of mine
They had six little munchkins
Who make me laugh all the time.
Categories:
gravitated, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,
peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,
within her magnificent mind God's value gravitated toward the power of volatility,
instability as instinct,
truth is permenance in transition,
Victoria believed that divinity as a mystery unsolved is more exhilerating
than explication or epiphany leading to the extinction
of curiosity's reign,
Victoria knew that law and politics are nothing more than an imposition
by the few heaved upon the many,a yoke of oppressive genius,
Victoria, a child of love betrayed,a woman of courage displayed
thought toughly & tenderly about the potential of mercy,
an enviable Empress,
compassion and kindness were complimentary components
to her dangerous disposition as hawkish talons
may be employed for feeding of fighting,
she developed into a clandestine warrior of natural necessity,
this world would either waste her
or she would wound the witnessed wickedness,
there was no harmony to be hankered for,life is a war of wills & wits,
espionage,diplomacy,truces,tributes and trounces always in the making,
Victoria loved God like a woman loves the anguish of pregnancy,
Victoria had a passion and a pity
for the Creator responsible for her awakening -
J.A.B.
Categories:
gravitated, passion, woman,
Form:
Ode
Society tends to identify you only by your condition
Never by your name just by attrition
Unwed mother, crack addict, HIV carrier or whore
Never calling you by your name just labels evermore
Now there was a woman who was bent over
And in pain for eighteen years
As the devil had taken control of her body
And given her the spirit of tears
But comprehend that everything bad doesn't
Come from the devil's due
Sometimes your condition stems from issues
That are caused by you
Women of God arise stand up and be strong
Stop allowing the devil to keep steering you wrong
There's work to be done in God's kingdom
And we need to do our part
And not allow the enemy to keep tearing us apart
We need to be delivered from our conditions, issues
And strains
By allowing God to come in and take away our pain
We need to be delivered from our own bad behavior
To be made whole and healed by Jesus the Christ
Our Savior
Women of God arise with intentionality
Now to stand tall with a spiritual mentality
No longer to be crippled by things from your past
To let go and let God lift you up at last
No longer to let your mother's indifference
Continue to make you trip
No longer to let your sexual abuse
Color your relationships
It's time to move forward towards the heavenly throne
Women of God arise walking with God now never alone
To be healed from the hell that has swallowed you whole
To arise out of the abyss of despair that dank, dark hole
Letting a supernatural release
Lead to a supernatural increase
Moving in the right direction that woman
Gravitated towards Jesus the Christ
She faithfully responded to the Savior
And He forever changed her life
Jesus destroyed the enemy's power
That had taken control
Jesus laid hands on her
And lifted her crippled soul
Women of God arise stand bold and correct
Walking with intentionality now spiritually erect
Categories:
gravitated, christian, encouraging, faith, women,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Baby Jesus lay away in a manger
The three wise brothers brought him gold
Have you ever heard of the story of the stranger?
That brought the young pip an animal of cold
This stuffed animal was made with the remains of religion
Cuddly and fluffy like the feeling of tonic and gin
Sewn together with the hair of Jewish corpses
For he will die one day for their future sins
Or so they say.........
The little baby Jesus tossed away his gold
Did not give a sh#t for the jewelry and the mold
He gravitated to this one eyed plush of spun
As the tag on his foot replaced with "Made from Taiwan"
Baby Jesus would call this animal of odd
By the name he knew only of his father of "God"
As Mary closed her legs and removed her cigarette
She asked why? to the stranger as he shook his head
"If this is the boy of the God of it all?
Why is he white? When we know that they are "small"
I figured I would bring him a toy with one eye
For one is enough for a small gifted guy"
The leader of the nation or better yet the world
Should be endowed to enjoy all the girls
I give him a bear with the remains of "his" kind
As a reminder that he will never be mine
As I draw a line in the sand to choose
The line you see drawn is from the middle of my shoes
The footsteps on both sides are not from him carrying me
They are mine as I walk to my religion of ecstasy
Enjoy your bear Jesus, I will enjoy life
Categories:
gravitated, adventure, faith, visionary, animal,
Form:
My spouse and I attended my thirtieth class reunion at Lydia's Smorgasbord.
I had avoided such past events since in high school I was largely ignored!
But my wife proclaimed that we would attend, thus ending that debate!
The dreaded encounter is expressed in verse below that I will now relate.
A social hour preceded the smorgasbord where the booze freely flowed.
I looked about the room to see if I could spot anyone that I knowed.
I hardly recognized the campus queen - she had acquired a heap of weight!
That once haughty snob now tipped the scales, I judged, at one ninety-eight!
I saw the big-man-on-campus that was named most apt to score success.
He had a dearth of hair, a girth of gut and an astonishing lack of finesse!
Some gal with purple hair staggered up to me and planted a slobbery kiss!
Must've been one of my old flames as I mused, "Who in the hell is this?"
Guys gravitated my way boasting of this and that, bending my weary ear,
Boring me with nasty jokes and trivia that I really didn't care to hear!
Of course I told others how great they looked, staring them dead in the eye,
I asked the Lord's forgiveness and crossed my fingers for telling such a lie!
The jocks were trying to impress one and all with their former capabilities.
Most were hobbling about with canes discreetly masking their disabilities.
'Twas an interesting eve and the grub was great, of that there was no doubt.
But for the fortieth, fiftieth and sixtieth reunions, please include me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gravitated, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...
Categories:
gravitated, allah, earth, god, hate,
Form:
Political Verse
Sweet Surrender
Life is transitory impermanent capricious never malignant on its own
Just lessons to learn but full of meaning and lived experience
So when new lovers met they gravitated around the sunny stars
they flattered each other's hearts fluttering away sorrow in dissipated
grief for new beginnings
Slowly but perspicuously he had become another's scapegoat
though when her coat turned
from sheep to wolf’s clothing she dug into his soul with an inurbane
sour smug of superficiality
The other had blamed him took no onus for her inner landscapes alienated
from her vulnerable self and in protracted resolution and
she is now lonely but he dances with his new lover
to a different tune
04th September 2016
Categories:
gravitated, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Great grandfather tree was wizen and wise.
He kept to himself, southeast of where the crow flies.
We ventured toward him whenever we needed advice.
He was usually entertaining the ducks, locust and mice.
Everyone in the woods gravitated to Great grandfather tree.
His advice was sage, succinct, and as easy to follow as could be.
You almost never got to speak to him alone, he was surrounded by kin.
Sometimes they had to part to let you wander on in.
Categories:
gravitated, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Belligerent Bear loves his tree; it is the smallest one around.
He discovered it himself, it was easily found.
They gravitated to each other, the tree and the bear.
They were the best of friends and traveled everywhere.
Belligerent Bear took tree to Iceland, to Helsinki and Bali Hai.
They traveled on a train through Europe, seeing eye to eye.
They never had a quarrel, argument or squawk.
Perhaps this was because the tree did not ever talk.
Categories:
gravitated, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
"The Eagle has landed”
Apollo 11 lunar module named “Eagle”
prediction defied naysayers ain't no boon
dog gull announced successful landing
while voice of Ole Blue eyes did croon
in Sea of Tranquility on moon
sometime about high noon
halting advancing armies
from one after another platoon
set down pontoon
bridges across the river Kwai (dune
axe why, the spatial event
July 20, 1969 witnessed great withered
figureheads regaled American dignitaries
even many an centenarian old prune,
plus lovely bones as skeletal rune
none other than remains formerly
Robert Hutchings Goddard exhumed
subsequently astronaut Neil Armstrong
uttered "That's one small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind,"
though skeptics good n plenti
claimed hue moon phase
would never become crater!
Three astronauts gravitated,
celebrated accomplished fete
instrumental proffering accolades
glock o' spiel trumpeted didgeridoo
courtesy King of rock and Queen
arduous encapsulated endeavor
spurred ravenous appetite
they got the moon cheese
lunar than later nibbled moonpie
washed down with spot of tea.
Heroes welcome greeted
podcast linkedin crew
upon their successful
accomplished impossible mission
returned to umble Earth
bootlegged moonshine stowed
within light saddle
sore ring hearts skipped beat
felt over the moon,
nonetheless by George underwent
thoroughly good medical examination
afflicted with minor malady,
not deemed more serious
than cardiovascular lunar tick.
Fast forward Fifty Earth orbitz chock
full of journeys light years distant pock
marked little uninhabited rock
quite quaint outer limits mostly schlock
of twilight zone by Spock,
he of Starship Enterprise.
No hint what prospects doth lie ahead
for future generations, centuries after
present madding crowd long since dead
yes, the space travel science fiction
authors flesh out today
will arrive within blink, whereby
fantasy with reality will wed.
Categories:
gravitated, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme